Compelled

5

I sat down on the familiar brown leather chair. Mr, Finch warmly smiled "Hello Celia" This routine happened every Friday, for the last month. I nodded "Hi"

"How are you?"

"Fine"

"No I meant-"

"I'm fine"

"Do you remember anything yet?"

"No"

He sighed and seemed aggravated. Like this was my fault..

"I'm sorry, its rather hard when I don't even remember who I am.."

"I think you should take a break this year, I know you got into NYU, but I don't think you're ready or prepared."

They treated me like I was a kid. I never lost my knowledge...they already tested for that. Maybe If I went to collage things would return to normal. It would be a fresh new start. Now I was stuck. Like a racer behind a finish line. It was torture.

I stood up, placing my bag over my shoulder. "I understand" I mumbled angrily storming out of the room. Soon as I excited the building I bumped into something, someone.

"I'm sorry" I said looking down. I continued walking but stopped when a hand was laced around my arm. I was pulled into an alley way. My eyes met a green pair. He had curly brown hair. He placed his arms on either side of my shoulder. Holding me in place.

"Who are you?" I asked un aware.

"Celia, its me. Harry"

"I'm sorry but, I have no clue who you are"

He looked hurt. I felt bad but, what could I do? Lie to him.

"Don't take it personal" I joked. "I don't remember anyone"

"Can you....explain-"

"Long story short. All my memories are gone. Lost. A waste" I said ticked.

His face changed. Like an idea sparked in his head. A light bulb went off.

"Brenda" He muttered through gritted teeth.

His eyes met mine again. He leaned forward too close for comfort, his forehead bumping into mine, his breath on my lips. "You know...I was going to kiss you, but I figured it should be something worth remembering for"

I blinked and he was gone. My head flicked left, right. No one, but a crowd of pigeons. Okay, I was almost positive I was insane.

Was he real? Was I imaging that? If he was real did I love him? Did we kiss before? My head ached. I grabbed onto the wall. This happened a lot. Whenever I tried remembering, it was like rocks pounding into my skull. That's why I avoided it, remembering.

I wish I had friends, or knew who they were. My mom had shut everyone out. Every friend that knocked on my door, was to leave, and return when I was feeling better. But that wasn't the issue. I wasn't sick, unless she thought of this as a sickness. From what I remember a sickness was when you felt ill. When you were weak, and poor. But my brain was messed up I guess. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was a disturbing sickness, with no cure. No end.

Would I ever feel better? No pills could infect me with pureness. No doctors could send me away knowing what was wrong. I was stuck in my own sick world. No one could help.

After counseling. I was suppose to walk home. Ignore everyone. Eat dinner with "mom" Go up to my room. Sleep. I was sick of this sick routine. I needed to be free. Forgetting everything didn't mean I had no life.

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I walked down the street, into a bar. I saw a few pool tables. I sat on a high stool. "Want anything to drink?" A waiter asked. "Oh, can I have a water" He snorted. I guess most people ordered alcohol, but to me, it didn't seem right. Did I drink alcohol before all of this? Was I that type of party girl, that got wasted every night. My head snapped out of thoughts when the waiter returned with my glass. I thanked him and sipped.

A tap on my shoulder caused me to meet a pair of brown amber eyes. The boy had long dark eyelashes and olive skin. His hair was black and up.

"Excuse me"

"Hmmm?"

"What's your name?"

"Celia. You?"

"Zayn"

I went to take another sip of my drink. I immediately felt dizzy and tired.

"I...I have to go" I said walking towards the bathroom. Just as I got to the hallway leading me there I grabbed onto the wall. My hands slipped, I stumbled. A black bag was thrown over my head. I tried to scream, but I was dragged out too quickly. I was thrown into something, a car I assumed by the seats.

The bag was ripped off. My eyelids grew heavy as I looked around. Driving the car was the man I met earlier. Harry. In the passenger was a blond boy I didn't recognize. Next to me was Zayn, the boy who I'd just met. I tried to move, but couldn't. Sleep was taking over. I mumbled gibberish. Zayn put his hand on my shoulder. "Its gonna be okay Celia. I'm sorry-" His words continued but faded once my eyes closed. He put something in my drink. How could I have been so stupid. Oh gosh. They were kidnapping me.

SORRY THIS IS SHORT. I HAVE BEEN BUSY AND I WROTE ALL OF THIS AND IT DELETED SO I HAD TO DO IT ALLLLLL AGAIN UGH BUT YEAH HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. ONLY TWO DAYS OF SCHOOL FOR ME THIS WEEK, HOPEFULLY ILL BE ABLE TO WRITE MORE! COMMENT, VOTE, FOLLOW! PLEASE! THANKS. LOVE YOU X ALSO HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE HAVE A GOOD HOLIDAY. I USUALLY GO TO MY FAMILYS AND THEN GO TO BLACK FRIDAY. ITS ACTUALLY REALLY FUN, I LOVE IT. :]